No, not the MTV show where they let the parents pick dates for their kids…

Once again, my hubby is on a control kick aimed at my son’s absentee father and once again I’m stuck in the middle, with my son.

My son’s father isn’t very reliable, add that to the fact that he almost never has a drivers license because he’s gotten more DUI’s in his life than most townships have in a year, and it adds up to the fact that my son rarely sees him. When my son was little, this bothered me slightly. I never wanted anyone to think that I was trying to keep my son from seeing him, but as he got older, it didn’t/doesn’t bother him that he only sees his dad about once a month. In fact, most of the time he really doesn’t care if he sees him at all. (He’s caught on to what type of an a**hole his real dad is.)

So this time it’s been over a month since his dad came to get him, missing both the end of school programs, his fourteenth birthday and father’s day. But my son isn’t upset, so why the heck is my husband?

From the time we got together my dear hubby has had it in his mind that he would like to adopt my son and make him legally ours, we approached his father about it once when he was about seven and well, to put it nicely the answer was No. This didn’t surprise me at all, in fact I had warned my hubby that that was what I expected, but he wouldn’t listen.

Now that his father is around so little, my hubby once again has started talking adoption. His reasoning being that his dad doesn’t want to spend any time with him anyway, so why not just ‘give him up’? Me, I know that no matter how little his dad sees him, that he’s never going to let my hubby adopt him, so it’s a moot point, why stress over it?

I blame my dear hubby’s migraine this morning for it this time. Whenever he gets a headache (according the the doctors, his aren’t ‘true’ migraines) every little thing irritates him. He also lectured me for fifteen minutes this morning because I hadn’t changed the empty toilet paper roll, but instead had set a new roll on the back of the toilet, I had only been awake for maybe fifteen minutes when I did this, as I am NOT a morning person, if he had been at work – where he was supposed to be, he would have never even saw it, because by the time he would have gotten home it would have been done properly. He didn’t much care for my explanation either…

Men, can’t live with them, and we’re not allowed to shoot them.
But how about burying them alive?

It’s amazing how cranky HIS migraines make ME! I just yelled at my daughter for not saying please when she asked for lunch…